He was already furious when he saw his son's legs were broken today. When he saw that Ding Yi, who usually treated him like a pug, had such a tone, Li Yiyuan became angry.
"Director Li, you'd better come here quickly." Seeing Li Yiyuan's rage, Ding Yi didn't know what to say and hung up the phone.
Li Yiyuan felt that this was a bit strange, but he knew that he had a strong backing and was used to being domineering in this city, so he brought several police cars and police officers over angrily.[
As soon as I entered the detachment compound, I saw two different teams of people standing on both sides, and I immediately felt that something was not right.
Couldn't these be the people Ding Yi was talking about?
One team is from the Military Region, and the other team is from the Flying Dragon Club.
Why are they here?
His arrogant expression immediately calmed down.
No matter how good he is, he can only do good things to good people, and cannot target these two types of people.
Ding Yi saw him coming and hurried forward, "Director Li, you are finally here. We may be in big trouble this time."
"What does causing trouble mean? Why do these people appear here?" Li Yiyuan asked.
"The people who injured Mr. Li are amazing. One is protected by the military region, and the other is protected by the Dragon Society. And their background is very big."
"No matter how big their background is, I don't believe they are not afraid of the law." Li Yiyuan still had some confidence and followed Ding Yi into the detention center.
"Major, Mr. Murong, Director Li is here." Ding Yi stepped forward to report and hurriedly backed away to avoid harm to himself.
Li Yiyuan did not recognize Luo Yinghao, but he recognized Murong Yunqing, who appeared to be a jeweler in City A, but was actually a gangster.
He really didn't expect that it was Murong Yunqing who came.
He hurriedly smiled and said, knowingly asking, "Mr. Murong, hello, hello, I wonder what you are doing here today?"
Murong Yunqing snorted coldly and did not reach out to hold his hand.
Li Yiyuan withdrew his hand slightly embarrassed and looked at Luo Yinghao again, "I don't know what to call this major?"
"Are you Director Li?" Luo Yinghao's tone was as cold as an unsheathed sword, making Li Yiyuan shudder slightly.
"Yes, I am Director Li Yiyuan, who are you?" Li Yiyuan answered hurriedly.
"Major Luo Yinghao of the Seventeenth Division."[
"Tenth...seventh...division..."
Li Yiyuan's speech was a little unclear.
Luo Yinghao looked at him coldly, "I heard that you slandered our grandfather, hurt your son, and imprisoned our grandfather here. Our young marshal expressed his anger."
"Grandpa? Young Marshal?"
Li Yiyuan was frightened.
Most people may not know who the young marshal of the 17th Division is, but he knows it very well.
He turned pale and asked, "Who is the young marshal's grandfather?"
Luo Yinghao turned to look at Yuqing.
When Li Yiyuan saw Yu Qing, who looked like an immortal, he immediately scolded his unfulfilled son in his heart.
Originally, he thought those who injured his son were two fake Taoist priests.
He looks like an expert at first glance. What are his son's eyes looking at?
He looked at Yang Zimei aside and was startled again.
He also knew Yang Zimei, a legendary talented girl fortune teller in City A. Several of his friends had made appointments with her for Feng Shui fortune telling, and he also made appointments with her.
He knew his son's moral character very well, and the reason why he got into trouble was not because he fell in love with her, right?
I simply don’t want to live anymore!
No matter who you offend, you should not offend this type of people!
